Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sheldon, sweetie, shut up.

- Thank you. - It must've killed you when I went to space.

You know how it is, girls, always fussing about their hair, their makeup, she'll be here.

- Oh, that's awful. - Not really. My shirt was soaking wet.

So listen, do you remember when I said the similarities...

Tell her how much you hate being put on the spot. Go ahead, tell her.

...pick up a pen and get it all out in my journal. I mean...

- I have ajob. - Yes, he does. He caters to my every whim.

And B, more importantly, I was the outsider to this group...

I pretend everyone I meet is a beloved character from Star Trek.

...I miss her already.

You ripped out your own fake blond hair.

Hey. I'm coming back from the airport. I wanted to see how you're doing.

One of their experimental physicists dropped out and I recommended you.

I pushed too hard. I'm sorry.

It did not kill me when you went to space.

Well, do you really think I have a shot?

Calm down, Bernie, you're very scary.

And I'm from India, so I know how to do it.

I'm kind of like Sinatra.

...we can e-mail and I think the phone connections are good.

I looked her in the eye, smiled and said, "I'm happy for you."

We might as well go ahead and eat. She's not coming back any time soon.

I hope four months apart doesn't change anything.